Gems and Shining Stars

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Gone

In a world empty and dull,

Monochrome skies  

Line a fuming City,

Full of black and white lies,

You speak out loud,

But nobody hears,

Your monologue,

That falls on deaf ears,

The monorail with its dark graffiti,

Was painted on so terribly hasty,

Faded away like a crows old feather,

Crafted away by Natures great weather,

You feel like you are viewing,

This dark dark City,

Through a clouded monocle,

All dirty and gritty,

There are no bright sports cars,

Parked on the edge of the road,

Only your misshaped bicycle,

Perched like a warty toad,

You send yourself a telegraph,

For fun, you see,

And you deliver it yourself, 

Specially,

It’s your own Place,

Your monocracy,

No matter how boring or dull,

It’s what you have left, 

Your monopoly,

There is only one word,

One monosyllabic word,

To describe your life, your country,

One word that came to you one dreary dawn,

They were inexplicably, and utterly Gone.

(inspiration for Gone Missing, a novel idea)

The Giant

So the Giant fell,

To the wind's harsh blow,

And the rain, as it lashed his brow.

With a Crash and a Boom,

His prone body thumped,

On the ground, so weather trumped.

Some say the lightning did it,

Its shocking heat his branches lit,

But I say he fell from fear,

As the ominous thunder met his ear.

Poetry

Poetry is a birdsong,

One that is hummed all day long,

It is the sound of the wind too,

And the scuttling of a ground shrew,

Poetry echos deep in caves,

On the surf and in the waves,

Everywhere you listen or look,

Poetry is an overflowing brook,

Trickling into each day.

The Seasons- A Complete Year    

Summer

The cool breeze shimmers

Fireflies blink in the trees

Stars blink in the sky.

Autumn

Beneath twirling leaves,

Bare braches poke at the clouds,

Raking sky blue gaps

Winter

Coldest winds blowing,

Icicals forming on glass,

Deepest snow in years.

Spring

Spring beckons the Sun,

Then Life comes out of hiding,

And the breeze shimmers.

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